From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

Harry had never seen Hagrid like this before—no, he felt like he'd seen him somewhere before…

"What happened to Hagrid?"

"do not know."

Harry still couldn't figure out where he had seen Hagrid like this before...

However, this conversation did not prevent Hagrid from leading them to a place not far from the cabin.

"Come here, everyone!" Hagrid raised his voice slightly, but Harry still felt something was off.

"Alright, let's open the book first."

How do I open it?

A voice suddenly appeared, interrupting Hagrid's strange words and causing Harry to frown.

He knew that voice all too well.

That was Draco Malfoy's cold, drawn-out voice.

“Don’t rush, I’ll demonstrate,” Hagrid said, not at all annoyed. He picked up the book and clumsily showed it to everyone. “Look here, yes, right here. This book is a bit hard to open. We need to gently scratch along its spine, and then…”

The book opened with a click, but Hagrid didn't stop; he demonstrated it again.

Harry noticed that Malfoy's face was flushed.

"Oh, how stupid we were!" he sneered. "We should have taken stock of these books! How could we not have thought of that!"

"Don't rush, it's true that this is a strange way to open a book, but the content inside is actually quite interesting. I've even discussed it (with drinks) with my former professor and several renowned researchers. It's very..."

Hagrid patiently explained without spacing out, while Malfoy's face flushed even more, and he started finding fault again.

But it was no use; failure was still failure.

Hagrid explained patiently and gently, and when Malfoy asked a question, he carefully explained all the relevant parts—regardless of whether the knowledge was useful or not.

Finally, Harry saw Malfoy standing there silently, looking like a defeated rooster, his face extremely pale.

"Any more questions?"

Hagrid patiently asked again, and Harry noticed that Malfoy secretly turned his head away.

"That would be great if none of them were there. Let's begin our first lesson today. Look at these fluffy things!"

Chapter 275 Hurry up and let get out of class end!!

"Hagrid must be cursed!"

As they fiddled with the fluffy treats that had been distributed, Harry and the others whispered among themselves.

These amazing, fluffy, ball-shaped creatures are very gentle and won't get angry even if you poke them with your fingers.

"I think so too, Pu Rongrong..."

Ron picked up his assigned one with his fingers and dangled it in the air.

"Buzz~", the fluffy little balls made a low humming sound, sounding extremely comfortable - just as Hagrid had just said, they were the gentlest magical creatures, and didn't even mind being tossed around.

“This is too safe,” Ron said, feeding it some food out of boredom. “I used to have one, and it was actually quite popular.”

This is true; the students have no aversion to this furry, gentle creature, and even the Slytherin students get along quite well with it.

“Hagrid’s like a completely different person,” Harry poked his toe, looking at Malfoy. “But I really didn’t expect Malfoy to get so badly humiliated…”

"Haha, who can argue with that? He's still sitting there like an idiot."

Ron secretly pointed at Malfoy and mocked him.

They originally thought that Hagrid's good temper would be at a disadvantage against Malfoy, but no one expected things to turn out this way.

Now you can laugh at Malfoy to your heart's content.

Just as he said, Malfoy was sitting there in a daze—everyone had seen his rude behavior clearly, and although some students might have thought it was cool, in the end, even the most unruly child didn't think Malfoy had succeeded in causing trouble.

Why is this happening?

Malfoy wasn't interested in the little creature in front of him; he was more concerned about why that big, goofy professor had been able to explain so much so calmly.

He didn't even bother with his two henchmen, Goyle and Crabbe, and began to sit on the ground and think.

Just as Harry and his friends suspected Hagrid was in trouble, he also suspected the new professor was in trouble…

But why did it turn out this way?

Unable to figure it out, he simply put his course aside and started thinking about it seriously.

The velvet that was assigned to him was not restrained in any way, nor was it even disturbed, so it began to eat happily.

The meager amount of food Malfoy managed to get was quickly devoured by Puffy. Afterward, the adorable furry creature stuck out its long, thin pink tongue, attempting to have an extra meal.

Several passing spiders unfortunately became part of the meal, but that wasn't enough—it jumped up and began to observe the little wizard who was keeping it company.

Although Pu Rongrong doesn't have any concepts like owner or pet in its head, it has an innate eating instinct. After observing for a long time and finding that the little wizard in front of it had no intention of moving, it decisively started its feeding.

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"what!!!"

A huge scream rang out from a corner at the edge of the forbidden forest, startling countless students who were teasing Pu Rongrong.

Hagrid, who had just opened his textbook to review his teaching experience, immediately put the book down and began rummaging for potions in his pocket.

"What's going on? What happened?"

Hagrid's gruff voice calmed all the students down, and they began searching for the source of the sound.

It didn't take long for everyone to identify the source of the noise, and they all turned their attention to Malfoy, who was sitting on the edge of the students' seats.

"What happened, Malfoy?"

Hagrid's tone softened again as he carefully observed Malfoy, his gaze particularly focused.

"No, nothing happened!"

Malfoy spoke in a flustered manner, a blush returning to his pale face—this was already the umpteenth time today.

"But I just heard a scream coming from your direction..."

Hagrid looked at him with a questioning gaze that was almost undisguised.

“No, nothing at all,” Malfoy said, his tone a little agitated, but he quickly realized something. “It’s nothing serious, Professor. I just had a leg ache, that’s why I made a sound.”

He suddenly realized that, judging from the new professor's behavior, if he didn't say something, the professor would keep pressing him with that disgusting voice, without feeling any resentment.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

"No one has any problems, thank you for your concern, Professor."

He deliberately added every honorific he could—not only that disgusting voice, but if the events that had just occurred were discovered, he would definitely hang himself at the door of the Slytherin common room.

"You're making such a fuss over your numb legs," the Weasley kid said again, but he didn't mind being told that—he'd rather be told that than what had just happened.

If someone finds out what just happened...

He dared not let his imagination run wild...

The crowd quickly turned their attention back to the fluffy balls, but Malfoy, looking at the whimpering creature in front of him, wished he could transform into a batter and give it a good whack.

But that was definitely not an option; he could only pray that no one had seen what had just happened.

'Why isn't get out of class over yet!'

He didn't even have the thought of saying anything sarcastic; for the first time in his life, he longed for the class to end.

However, the time spent in the Forbidden Forest took much longer than he had expected.

Time seemed to stand still, and the sun grew even hotter. He felt his lips must be cracking...

The sounds of students discussing things around him kept reaching his ears, and he even had the illusion that they were talking about him.

……

“Why is Malfoy acting so strange?” Harry glanced at his nemesis one last time, then gave his fluffy a different kind of food.

“Who knows?” Ron changed the game again, and he had a lot of fun playing with the fluffy cat he had given him.

"Can't you guys just look at the materials properly?" Hermione said irritably. This book that could bite was a textbook she hadn't been able to deal with before—she had been trying to figure it out for a long time, and only today did she finally find a way to use it.

“Don’t worry, Hermione,” Ron said, rubbing the fluffy fur he’d been given to him with his two index fingers. “I’ve raised them since I was a kid, how could I not know them?”

“So,” Hermione closed her book, “what potions does it work with, and what is its favorite food?”

"Potion?"

Ron thought for a moment, "Laughing potion? Mom used to make that."

“Okay, you’re right,” Hermione nodded. “What about the food?”

“Spiders,” Ron answered even faster, “They love to eat spiders, so there aren’t any spiders in my room!”

“Sorry, Ron, you answered incorrectly this time.” Hermione turned to a page in the book and pointed it out to the other two. [But what it liked most was to use its long tongue to eat the wizards' dried boogers while they slept.]

This was clearly stated in "The Monster Book of Monsters," and then Harry's gaze toward Ron became strange.

"No, no, no..."

Ron's face turned bright red, but luckily, Hagrid suddenly announced loudly, "Alright, get out of class is over. Please hand over the fluffy ones; they will be released later."

"Professor, can't we keep them as pets?"

Several girls asked reluctantly, having had a wonderful time playing with the little ones.

“That’s possible,” Hagrid tried to scratch his head, but then gave up. “Students who want to keep them can take them home. Because of their eating habits, they quite like living with wizards. Of course, if you regret it later, you can bring them back in the next class, and I will release them.”

"Great!"

The students who made the request cheered, and a few of the remaining students were also tempted.

But Malfoy, looking at the little guy beside him, couldn't wait to shake him off—'those stupid bastards!'

He longed to leave this place immediately, to leave these creatures forever.

But Hagrid's voice rang out again, "Oh right, there's one more thing I almost forgot. We need to preview the content of the next lesson, and then submit an essay next week on your views on magical creatures, about 800 words should be enough."

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